My buddy Hopalong. You can’t really see in this photo, but he shattered his hind leg when he was a baby. He was left on his own, hopping around. I thought he was done for. Then a couple of months ago he wandered out of the woods looking rough, but still hanging in there. I’ve been feeding him just about every day since then. Early in the AM, and just around dusk. He looks like he can put some weight on his leg, but it’s really deformed now. He’s so close to eating from my hand. I can’t wait for that to happen. It makes my day when I see him, and know he’s still OK. *Update: it is in fact Lady Hopalong.
Happy birthday Old Man. I still think about you every day. This is the last picture of us together that I have. I hope you and Joey are doing celestial burnouts today. 🖤💜🖤
